Foreign Fields

[Chorus]

My high-flying, high-flying bird

My high-flying, high-flying bird

[Verse 1]

My high-flying bird

Has flown from out my arms

I thought myself her keeper

She thought I meant her harm

[Chorus]

My high-flying, high-flying bird

My high-flying, high-flying bird

[Verse 2]

Sober in the morning light

Things look so much different to how they looked last night

As whispers circulate all day

Their backstage baby princess passed away

The white walls of your dressing room are stained in scarlet red

You bled upon the cold stone like a young man

Mm, in the foreign field of death

[Verse 3]

My high-flying bird

Has flown from out my arms

I thought myself her keeper

She thought I meant her harm

She thought I was the archer

A weatherman of words

My high-flying bird

Has flown from out my arms

I thought myself her keeper

She thought I meant her harm

She thought I was the archer

A weatherman of words

But I could never shoot down

My high-flying bird

[Chorus]

My high-flying, high-flying bird

My high-flying, high-flying bird

My high-flying, high-flying bird

My high-flying, high-flying bird

[Outro]

The white walls of your dressing room are stained in scarlet red

You bled upon the cold stone like a young man

Mm, in the foreign field of death